Orchestra, can your song tame a hundred thousand ghosts?
Close the doors to this phantom auditorium while I'm inside.
Lock me in with the spirits that are dead again,
Lose yourself, and I will show you the way.
Time ticks by, into the soft ocean you go.
Dim the lights, bring this atmospheric dream to life.
Burn the walls into something unbelievable,
Like Satan's eyes of fire and ash.
If in this room, you call me God,
Then what I am is all made up.
It's how it is, how it is.
And all the wars, and all the signs
Are worshipping those fearful minds.
It's how it is, how it is